Thursday, May 11, 2017

9509. MONROVIA

MONROVIA
I went to Monrovia when the lanes
opened up  -  straight lines up to the
stars and open roadways all out of 
town. Everywhere I went I'd never
been before. The sleeve of new
nettles kept poking my arm. They
were dreams, to be savaged by me.
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There were five grand buildings on
a street lined with gold : stationary
crosses where the Spaniards kept
praying while I stood idly by.
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I professed nothing but time, and
I knelt only when forced. The crowd
was veering, and they moved as one.
I knew then what 'going to Mass' 
really meant. That was a Revelation.

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